Chapter 156: What the Absolute Fuck (Third Release for the Launch!)

The sound of the M24 echoed once again.

Last time, this gunshot had claimed the life of a player in the match.

Now, the identical gunshot returned. What would it take this time?

Upon hearing this sound, everyone knew that Lin Zijin had struck again.

There was no helping it; the report of the M24 was simply too distinct to ignore.

On the live broadcast streams, the camera feed shifted back to Lin Zijin, and when the viewers saw her target, their eyelids twitched violently.

"Whoa, what is Goddess Zijin doing?"

"Shooting out tires? Our goddess is so mischievous!"

"Crap, the goddess has picked up bad habits from the Hustler."

"Unbelievable. This Hustler... I surrender!"

"Hey, the vibe of this match seems a bit off, doesn't it?"

In the tournament streaming rooms across all major platforms, the viewers were momentarily stunned as they watched Lin Zijin's actions.

For some reason, the Lin Zijin in today's match seemed slightly different from the one etched in their memories.

As for what exactly was different, they couldn't quite put their fingers on it.

Yet they always felt as though some subtle change had occurred within her, especially whenever she was together with the Hustler.

At the commentator desk, Xiao Qi and Xiao Mo stared at the motorcycle with both tires thoroughly ruined, exchanging speechless glances.

Could this really be considered some sort of tactical play?

While they knew that sabotaging vehicles was standard practice in games and tournaments, somehow...

They couldn't shake the feeling that Yang Hao and Lin Zijin had no grand strategy in mind; it was purely done to troll a specific person.

If Yang Hao were to read their thoughts, he would undoubtedly reward them with a giant red flower.

That's right, you guessed it.

I just wanted to mess with your Wind Chaser, nothing more.

He was determined to keep the Wind Chaser grounded, unable to take flight.

One had to admit, Yang Hao's mindset was terrifying. Little did he know that among the spectators watching the match, a considerable number of people had come specifically for Yao Cheng.

Their purpose was precisely to witness the legendary Wind Chaser with their own eyes.

Yang Hao's actions just now were clearly designed to accumulate massive amounts of aggro.

Lin Zijin's movements were exceptionally swift. Almost as soon as the players inside the military base locked onto their position, she had already fired her final shot, successfully detonating the tires of that motorcycle.

"Awesome job, wifey!"

Seeing Lin Zijin complete the task he had assigned her with such crisp and clean execution, a surge of immense pride welled up within Yang Hao.

A word of praise slipped naturally past his lips.

Hearing Yang Hao's glib and flirtatious tone, Lin Zijin gave him a helpless, sideways glare.

Regrettably, Yang Hao wasn't standing right beside her, leaving Lin Zijin to roll her eyes solely at his in-game avatar.

"Let's bounce, let's bounce. We'll scout the surrounding area to see if there are any other cars left," Yang Hao suddenly spoke up, having recovered his health to maximum.

Lin Zijin remained silent. As soon as Yang Hao stood up, she dutifully followed him as they shifted their position.

It had the distinct feel of a husband leading the way and a devoted wife following close behind.

Inside the C-Building, catching a fleeting glimpse of Lin Zijin and Yang Hao flashing past their field of vision before vanishing once more, Yao Cheng couldn't suppress the urge to vent his frustration.

Instantly, when his gaze fell upon the motorcycle that had recently suffered a tragic fate at Lin Zijin's hands, a sharp twitch contracted deep within his heart.

What the heck! He had staked a claim on that motorcycle long, long ago.

Never had he anticipated that variables like Yang Hao and Lin Zijin would suddenly crash the scene.

Gazing at the nearly totaled motorcycle, Yao Cheng was on the verge of tears. What wrong had he ever committed to deserve such treatment?

My beloved ride!

A wave of profound sorrow inexplicably welled up from the depths of his soul.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Inside the C-Building, observing Yao Cheng suddenly frozen in place, Ling Xue'er suspected he had disconnected and quickly tossed out a question.

"Nothing, just realizing the cruelty of this world..."

"Uh..."

Inside the military base at this moment, things had quieted down almost entirely.

The two individuals lurking in the A-Building and K-Building respectively had chosen to adopt a complete wait-and-see attitude, while the person who had previously attempted to storm the C-Building was pinned down mercilessly.

Right at that moment, the pinned player suddenly tossed a smoke grenade off to the side.

Clearly, he was about to make a move.

Despite the current lull, remaining trapped here left him in a heavily passive position.

He needed to actively break the deadlock, so he took action.

This was the last smoke grenade he possessed, and if he wished to escape this place, this might well be his only window.

White smoke gradually blanketed the space ahead while he kept his senses perpetually attuned to his surroundings.

Abruptly, he lunged straight into the smoke.

Run!

Run like mad!

Right on cue, gunshots erupted from two nearby locations.

This outcome was actually within his calculations, but he had no way to return fire. Because of the billowing smoke, the shooters could not pinpoint his exact location either, so he was gambling.

Gambling on that single thread of survival.

Stray bullets whizzing through the air grazed his body twice; his current predicament was exceedingly precarious.

One more stray bullet, and his life might very well be forfeit.

The sense of impending crisis in his heart swelled to a peak.

That ominous feeling grew increasingly dense.

Meanwhile, Shen Mushixi and Zhu Ziyuan in the K-Building, along with Ling Xue'er and Yao Cheng in the C-Building, had concentrated their attention entirely upon the figure dashing into the smoke.

They were all waiting—waiting for the smoke to dissipate, or for that person to charge out of it.

Both factions were determined to claim this head for themselves.

Neither side would ever yield.

Both sides eyed each other with fierce covetousness.

Suddenly, the target emerged.

The opponent's health bar was already down to a sliver.

Barring a miracle, he had no chance of leaving this place alive.

Next came the question of who would secure the kill credit.

Just as both sides aimed their muzzles at the target and squeezed their triggers, yet another gunshot rang out from outside.

"Tomato and Youyou Wo Xin used an M16A4 to eliminate Xinghe Xiaoyang!"

Almost the instant this kill notification flashed across the screen, Zhu Ziyuan and Yao Cheng burst out with a synchronized profanity.

Even in the presence of Shen Mushixi and Ling Xue'er, they found themselves utterly unable to restrain their tongues.

What the hell, is this even a legitimate way to play?

It was simply too despicable!

Both of their squads had fought fiercely for ages, right on the brink of reaping the rewards.

Who could have predicted that a single shot from Yang Hao would snatch the fruit right out of their mouths.

This marked the second time.

The first time was when Lin Zijin had stolen their kill just moments ago.

Now, it was this scoundrel Yang Hao again.

Provocation!

Flagrant, unadulterated provocation!

At that exact moment, Yao Cheng and Zhu Ziyuan could vividly picture the infuriating grin of Yang Hao laughing hysterically.

Right then, another volley of gunshots echoed from outside the military base.

Hearing this sound alone fueled Yao Cheng with an intense impulse to murder Yang Hao.

If his guess was correct, it had to be none other than this scoundrel Yang Hao, dragging his wife Lin Zijin along as they went completely wild.

Oh lord, please come down and strike this bastard down!

My car!

Seemingly feeling the critical damage inflicted upon him by Yang Hao, Yao Cheng was driven to the verge of speechlessness by his anger.

Deep inside, Yao Cheng's heart was bleeding!

Meanwhile.

On the livestream, after stealing the kill from Yao Cheng and Zhu Ziyuan, the sight of Yang Hao and Lin Zijin destroying yet another vehicle instantly triggered a fresh wave of uproar within the chat room.

"Holy shit, holy shit, are they tire-slashing maniacs?"

"Which vehicle number is this already? The third or the fourth?"

"It's over, it's over. The goddess has been completely corrupted by the Hustler."

"Wuwuwu, Hustler, return our goddess!"

"The tire-slashing maniacs are terrifyingly ruthless!"

"There probably isn't a single working vehicle left near this military base anymore, right?"

The viewers in front of their screens felt a dull ache in their chests as they watched Yang Hao and Lin Zijin reduce that previous vehicle to scrap metal before once again slipping into hiding.

Damn it, just watching it made them feel uncomfortable.

One could only imagine what kind of profanity was currently echoing in the hearts of the players trapped inside the military base when facing these two individuals!